1-800-OOPS

Seven: Like Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket

"They are probably watching us through those cameras." I mutter under my breath, my foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floor. Chase sighs as he swivels around in the spinning office chair.

I kick it harshly so it stops spinning. Chase sends a glare my way, giving me the 'what the hell' look. I shrug lightly, a contained laugh escaping.

"Stop, you're only making me more anxious." I explain.

Chase had forgotten to mention that we had to meet with these security guards today. Which brought us to Studio Records.

The whole building itself is gorgeous, it looks like it's worth millions. I wouldn't be surprised if my parents owned it, ha, yeah, I definitely wouldn't be surprised.

The outside of the building is covered in mirrors with red and black detailing. As soon as we stepped inside, we were directed to this room. The walls are red and the spinning office chairs are black leather. The table and floor are both sleek wood. It wouldn't be so bad spending my afternoon here if I were not being questioned for something that I definitely did not intend on doing.

Why would I ever want to call Everett Adler? I want nothing to do with a celebrity, especially if this is the drama it stirs from just one mistaken phone call.

I glance at Chase and he's tapping away on his phone, probably texting Melanie and filling her in on the whole situation.

As soon as Melanie heard that security showed up at my door, she freaked. She insisted on meeting up with us, but having more people here would just make things hectic.

You know, I could have been having a lovely time eating---I mean, working at SCOOP with Rowan.

I think she'd fit in really well with our group. She seems a bit shy but she's really bubbly and happy. Like sunshine.

I snap out of my own thought train when I hear the door handle wobble. Chase looks up and at the direction of the noise.

In walk in dumb and dumber with a facial expression that shows no emotion. They try so hard to be serious, it's kind of hilarious. This dude needs to hire better security.

"We have questions."

Thank you captain obvious.

"I have answers." I reply, irritated. I sit up straighter, giving them an attempted hard cold glare.

"Why did you call Everett Adler?"

"I was drunk, I used a friends phone and he didn't have my friends number so I tried typing it from memory. Obviously I typed it incorrectly."

They nod. The bald man is asking the questions while the other is taking notes. This is ridiculous. We are simply wasting each other's time.

"How did you get Mr. Adler's phone number?"

"Baldie, I literally just told you. I was drunk and I mistyped my friends number. It was a coincidence."

"What were your intentions?" They urged.

"Oh...my...Chase...I'm going to kill them." Their facial expressions change, a mixture of worry and anger. Chase looks at me with widened eyes. "It was an accident." I bite my lip hard to stop myself from yelling.

"Were you trying to harm Mr. Adler in anyway?" The continue.

You've gotta be kidding me.

"Listen," I stand up slightly, my hands on the table as I push myself closer to them. "It was a mistake. A weird coincidence. I don't care about your precious Everett Adler." Chase stands up abruptly, ready to hold me back before I do some real damage but the door bursts open, leaving us in complete silence and shock.